The Photograph Behind

I kept your photograph beneath the loose floorboard
Beside the keys to rooms we never used anymore
The paint is peeling back where we marked our names
I learned that leaving doesn't mean escaping blame

You said: Don't make a promise you can't carry home
I heard the warning, still I walked alone

If I break, let the pieces tell the truth
I was young, I was scared, I was losing you
Now the silence has a shape I can finally see
Every locked door was a part of me

Your old blue jacket still hangs by the kitchen chair
The sleeve is turned inside out like you left it there
I washed the coffee ring from the counter twice
But some things keep their mark without asking why

I found your letter in a winter coat
Four honest lines and a word you never wrote

If I break, let the pieces tell the truth
I was young, I was scared, I was losing you
Now the silence has a shape I can finally see
Every locked door was a part of me

I won't call it fate
I won't call it war
I won't wear the damage
Like a medal anymore

Take back the blame
Take back the blame
I am more than the worst thing I became

If I break, let the pieces tell the truth
I was young, I was scared, I was losing you
Now I open every door I used to leave sealed
There is still a life beneath what I concealed

The keys are cold
The room is mine
I leave the photograph behind